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My Puppet On A String ❤️

My Puppet On A String ❤️

I wish I still had my puppet on a string
Pinochio my favourite toy
My memories of a childhood thing
You were such a well behaved boy

I thought you were real
I would take you everywhere
You were made of wood 
With strands of black, string hair

How I adored my little puppet on a string, Pinochio
He was my friend & confidant you know

I told him my secrets
I trusted him not to tell
Pinochio listened to me wholeheartedly
He knew my secrets so well

Oh my little Pinochio why did we have to part
Tho I think of you often
You left your imprint on my heart

Perhaps when I got married & I had children of my own
Did I leave you in my parent’s house
We’re you left all alone?

My brother said he saw you,
you were burning in a fire
But I didn’t want to believe him
I told him he was a liar

Yet maybe’s you got broke 
& If my Mother burned you
Then I’m Oh so sorry
That’s not something I would do :(

 

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Jill Tait

Haha u inspired me & I remembered my Pinnochio lol :)

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Edward Williams

Oh I’m so glad to bring back good memories I’m sorry pinocho is MIA tho that’s sad I’m sure he died fighting for your rights loll
lovev
eddy

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Jill Tait

Teehee poor old Pinnichio tho lol 

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